"Auntie, Auntie..."
Hearing that familiar voice, Jiang Yunyan blinked several times. As her lashes fluttered, the light finally returned to her unfocused eyes.
Cold sweat covered her forehead, and all she could feel was an inexplicable dizziness. She was a Dou Saint; her body had long since ceased to react like this. Yet moments ago, she had lost all awareness, as though she had become a walking corpse.
Seeing her respond, Lei Jingxiao asked urgently, "Auntie, Auntie, can you hear me?"
Jiang Yunyan did not answer. She nodded woodenly, then looked at Lei Jingxiao. Her head was still muddled, her memories too fragmented to piece together. She remembered coming out of a space. A Heavenly Flame... yes, she was still holding one. She also seemed to remember fighting someone. She touched her left side, but there was no wound. The only thing wrong was that her Dou Qi had been badly depleted. She had perhaps a tenth of her strength left.
Lei Jingxiao saw that his aunt still looked dazed and grew even more anxious. "Auntie, don't scare me. I'll get my elder brother to help you right away."
Just then, a burly figure shot toward them: Lei Qingyue, the Thunder Clan's second-strongest fighter. He had noticed how strange his senior sister seemed after returning from the Demon Flame Space. Disregarding the battle before him, he had withdrawn to check on his wife.
"Jingxiao, how is she?"
"Auntie looks like she's been controlled by that damned flame. A lot of people in the Demon Flame Space were caught the same way."
Lei Qingyue doted on his wife and could not stay calm after hearing that. He reached for Jiang Yunyan's hand. The moment their hands touched, the haze in her mind vanished completely. She became the sharp-eyed master swordswoman she